The silver chains, not designed for comfort, bit deep into Anna Wilson's wrists, leaving angry red welts against her pale skin. The chill radiating from the stone floor of the dungeon seeped into her bones, a constant, physical echo of the spiritual ice that had encased her heart for weeks. Above her, Deimon Ashworth, Alpha of the Ashworth clan and her former mate, stood like a colossus, his immaculately tailored suit an unsettling contrast to the primal fury twisting his handsome features. His eyes, once filled with love and compassion, now radiated hate and despise. Anna had never seen her beloved in such a state, burning with hatred and malice. The man she'd trusted with her soul had become her executioner."You carry a stranger's pup," Deimon snarled, his voice a low, guttural rasp that seemed to vibrate through the very foundations of the sprawling, opulent Silverwood mansion. Each word dripped with venom, laced with betrayal that cut deeper than any blade.The Ashworth Empire,
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